We’re in a dead-end. “Lily?” Dad calls out. “I’m trying to get out of here.” Mom attempts to reverse, but headlights glare in our rear windshield. She hits the brakes. Boom Box is right behind us. We’re trapped. “Where’s here?” Donnelly asks. I scramble with my cellphone to drop a pin of our location. “I sent you a pin. We can just stay parked, right?” I ask Mom. She nods, already putting the car in park.
